Like Groundhog Day, every morning is the same for me now. I stretch out of sleep, reach for whatever baby has crawled into bed next to me over the course of the morning, and pull them into a… Read More

Yesterday, I put pen to paper and signed off on a 50/50 gamble with my life. I went into the appointment with the surgeon all guns blazing, ready to battle with him about taking this gamble with me. … Read More

Nine months. Forty weeks. The last four times I have heard those words, they have been pregnant – literally – with promise. It took a long time for me to surrender myself to love. Life has always shown… Read More

I am the same person as I was this morning, but somehow, I’m different. I have terminal cancer. Since being introduced to the possibility of hope of a curative liver resection nearly 12 months ago, I’ve been able… Read More

Last Friday I had one of the strangest days in my cancer career. Being a palliative care patient, and the patient of a very determined surgeon who wants to give one one last chance at surviving, at the… Read More